The Wrong Woman

During middle school, Elio spent countless hours poring over foreign language articles in his study. His world echoed with the presence of teachers, test papers, and homework. That year, Zach passed away, marking the most painful and helpless period of his life.

One day, outside the study's balcony, Candice tugged at Elio's glass door with a kite in her hand.

When he opened the door, Candice handed him the string. "Uncle Elio, my cousin said you seem pitiful and you're always studying. Take a break. Let's look at the sky, and fly a kite." It was then, during his middle school years, that he first flew a kite.

For the first time, he lifted his head to see the color of the sky and watch the kite soar. He felt utterly inferior even to a mere kite.

Afterward, Candice often snuck behind the balcony, secretly handing him items as entertainment like game consoles, chess sets, comics, dartboards, and even water guns.

She laughed a lot as if her life had never known sorrow or worry, difficulty or sadness. Every day, she exuded an optimistic and joyful demeanor.

In her eyes, the world was nothing but beautiful. Coincidentally, it was the opposite for him.

Elio's childhood was oppressive and painful. Even the sky seemed gray to him. Only when he saw her did he feel that the world also had colors. However, Michaela saw through his thoughts.

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